ººººººººººººººººººººººººº The years 1927 dead center of the harlem renaissance, and young Amelia is singing her heart out at the local speakeasy. It's a Saturday night, and there's alot of inticing men walking in and out but only on catches her eye. He's sitting in the far right corner, cigar between his lips and whisky in his hand. His eyes closely watching her every movement, they sway of her hips and the move of her lips and she watching him. The desire between them is strange, for what is an asian man covered in ink lusting for a black women singing from her soul.Todos los derechos reservados
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